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08 April, 2013

I'm always short on words because I know anyone who
may visit and take the time to read this doesn't have time for a lengthy post, therefore this will be short and sweet.

I've
been making handmade items for years, since I was fourteen ~ make that many,
many years I've been making handmade items!

Handmade by me

I
give all my work away, I've never sold anything. Too scared mostly and
everything I do has been done before, so who would want to buy my stuff. I love giving my stuff away and I would never give anything that I wasn't truly happy with.

Sewing is a breeze for me and not much of a challenge, so I find I'm moving more towards drawing and painting (Oil) and I know that the only way I'm going to improve is to practice and one day I hope my paintings will be as much a breeze for me as my sewing is now.

Like I said in my post yesterday, I am
very grateful to have found so many clever internet people. I have paid for and
mostly enjoyed hours of tutorials on painting and drawing and I've enjoyed sharing my
efforts ~ however humble they may be.

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Handpainted by me

So for today, my point is all things
handmade make me happy, especially if I'm the maker.

07 April, 2013

I spent hours yesterday and today trying to create my own 'Grateful'
quote.It was what I really wanted to share but I ended up trashing my work, [3 times!].I think I was rushing.It really matters to me not to get too far
behind in the A to Z Challenge but inevitably it will happen, I can manage it without help, it's my destiny to lag behind.

So, rather than get all stressed about my lack of talent and wonderful 'G' ideas, I decided to go to
Pinterest to save the day.

I am truly
grateful to all the wonderfully creative and arty people I've met on the internet
and so this is my tribute to them. I am grateful for all the things I have learned and grateful
particularly for the friendships and strong bonds I have made throughout my
journey.

05 April, 2013

It’s the end of Summer
here and whilst the weather is still warm, the season is definitely moving
towards Autumn, if somewhat slowly. I’m
not complaining, I love Summer but Autumn is just about the next best thing.

The flower is
sensational but I can’t get close enough to be able to tell if there is any
perfume. At first I thought the flower
would be short lived [maybe a couple of days] but after three weeks it appears
to be continually developing.

I have no desire to remove the flowers, they can stay exactly where they are, and I can enjoy them day in, day out from my kitchen window and naturally when I sit by the pool to enjoy a good book and a cuppa.

02 April, 2013

Billabong (pron.:/ˈbɪləbɒŋ/, BIL-ə-bong) is an Australian English word meaning a small lake, specifically an oxbow lake, a section of still water adjacent to a river, cut off by a change in the watercourse.[1] Billabongs are usually formed when the path of a creek or river changes, leaving the former branch with a dead end. Billabongs, reflecting the arid Australian climate in which these "dead rivers" are found, fill with water seasonally and are dry for a greater part of the year.[2]

Coronet Bay - Victoria, Australia

This is my secret wonderland, a small billabong hidden behind a quiet coastal beach. Walking distance from my beach shack.

This billabong is home to a large paddling of ducks, several white faced heron and I've been warned, a haven for a slither of snakes. I tread carefully when navigating my way around this tranquil environment. The Jack Russell pups are on a very short leash when we walk along the track. The water is fresh and clean [I know, I've tasted it] and far on the other side of this oasis is rich farm land occupied by a herd of wet nosed, sweet faced dairy cows.

Blue, cloudy skies are a feature of my wonderland and quite frankly, this part of the world, top and bottom, is a tiny bit of heaven.

The billabong flows quietly into the ocean, stretching across the sandy beach, digging deep crevices into the sand. The Jack Russells have finally learnt that sea water does not quench a thirst and a playful race to the meandering billabong overflow will fortify them on their journey home.